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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
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[A Day at the Beach --> Logan Reynolds]

While he'd been moving plenty fast on his retreat from the beach, it didn't take long for the fight-or-flight adrenaline to subside, and for Logan to slow from a brisk march to a slow stroll. After all, he had no idea where he was going. Same as ever, he wanted to keep moving, but lacked any real destination. "So why hurry?" he reasoned, "I'm not going anywhere important."

Besides, it was probably best to conserve his energy, for the various worst-case-scenarios that could present themselves at a moment's notice. For exactly that reasoning, Logan stuck to the spare woodland between the beaches and cliffs of the coast, and the island proper. Even a slight treeline, he figured, would be a good defense against gunfire. The fact that it made his progress even slower, and decelerating the darker the day got, didn't much matter to him.

Daylight had well and truly faded by the time the lanky young man caught sight of the Mansion in the distance, but he didn't want to sleep, not yet. Remembering from his map that there were plenty of small buildings scattered around the Fun Fair, few of which were likely to be investigated overnight, Logan turned his attention fully to the west, and set out for that landmark Ferris Wheel. For some reason, the prospect of sleeping in one of the seats, suspended high in the air, appealed to Logan on a things-I-always-wanted-to-get-away-with-as-a-kid level.

He soon found, though, in the twilight of the small hours of the morning, that his childish mission was doomed to failure. He could barely see what he was doing, and didn't like the idea of an embarrassing death from a stupid fall. Or worse, being immobilised, and being found by someone else who'd finish the job. No, instead he made the short journey north to the house of mirrors. Two floors, dark, full of confusing reflections, the perfect place not to be found, or so logic asserted.

Somebody else was already at the door. They went into the darkness, and issued their demand to whoever might be inside.

"Whoever's in here, come out with your hands up!"

Logan hung back, waiting in the shadow of a stall, and let the other - boy? The voice sounded male - continue inside. With a bitter mutter of "Nothing's easy..." to himself, he waited a few seconds, then, making sure his weapon was gripped firmly in his right hand, made his own way forward. Making a note of the blood on the floor, and lowering his left hand onto the handle of his hakapik in preparation, he stepped slowly, quietly, through the door.

Instantly, the sight of Bill's shotgun told Logan he'd made a huge mistake in getting this close. Luckily, he still seemed focused on whoever he thought was inside. Logan backpedalled as quietly as he could.

Snap.

Instinctively, his eyes shot down. A small shard of glass, shattered under his foot. Fuck.

Standing behind a boy with a shotgun, holding a seal-clubbing weapon in both hands as if ready to strike, and the source of a very obvious noise. This was not a place Logan wanted to be.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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